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[size=3]Mr. President, Will You Help This American? [/size]By Jan Herron Feb 3, 2005, 18:43
For those of you who don't like "cut and paste" don't bother to read and go on to something else, perhaps reading about Michael Jackson and his fiasco. But, for those of you intellects who are concerned citizens and involved with saving your country, I believe you will find the story from one of my readers shocking. It makes you wonder if our President really understands the meaning of "Family Values." This is a true story. I have the "Worn Out American's" e-mail. [indent]Dear Jan,
I wanted to share my experience in Mexico. While living there I heard constantly how Mexico would take over the U.S. But stupid American as I was, I did not believe it. I was your usual, everyday uninformed American, blind to the reality of our "neighbor" to the South. My experience has destroyed my life and everyday I listen to our President push his invasion plan I get angrier and angrier. As you will see below I have no money to support even myself, let alone the wonderful organizations fighting to save America. I do write and call government officials when I can.
Thank you for your hard and faithful work.
Debbie
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[indent]I use to be one of those Americans whose heart bled for the "poor Mexican" people but have since learned some very hard truths. In 1997 I made the worst mistake of my life. I owned a travel business and was contacted by a resort in Baja and invited to come and experience what they had to offer. I was the top producer for three major travel wholesalers in the U.S. I was highly respected and in big demand for my business.
I had been single for about 11 years and was going through a difficult time of loneliness and looking for change in my life. I decided to take the offer from the resort in Baja and over the 4th of July weekend, flew down there. The resort was "OK" but not really the standard I was accustomed to offering my clients. While there I took a trip into "town." It was really pathetic and had nothing to offer. It was hot beyond belief so I stopped at a local restaurant to have a cold drink and call a cab.
Unfortunately the owner came in and sat down with me to chit chat. He was attractive, intelligent and somewhat interesting. I was vulnerable, (stupid) and took him up on an offer to go boating the next day.
Making a very long story short, I fell in love and ended up marrying him. I kept my home in CA, my business and my life intact until he decided he needed me there to help with the restaurant and to promote business. Being an American he felt I could do what others could not. And in fact I did just that. But no matter what I could accomplish for him, I could not change the nature of he and the people of that town. Our employees stole from us. Lied and did drugs. So much for the Mexicans blaming Americans for the drug trade! Of course he turned out to be as much of a liar as anyone else.
Anyway, I sold my home, hired a manager for my business, sold what I didn't need or want and moved to Mexico. I did keep most of what I owned, valued at around $200,000.00. My husband had nothing, only the restaurant business but he didn't even own the land as I found out later.
I was a fool. I wanted to be with him and consequently made all the wrong choices. I still thought I could be Pollyanna and make him happier than he had ever been and help the "poor Mexicans" have a better life. It didn't take long for me to see the truth.
About four months after I moved there the manager of my business decided she didn't want to work anymore and wanted me to come back to CA and take over. Of course this was a shock to me and threw a wrench into everything I was trying to do. Nonetheless, I had to come back. As it turned out she had done NOTHING, sold nothing but managed to take her share of commissions I earned. I moved in with my brother and took over my business again. Within a week I was back on top. As things in Mexico were not going well and I had spent almost every dime I had left keeping the restaurant open, I decided I needed to stay in CA and earn some money.
I kept in touch with my husband, sent money, paid phones bills to the tune of $1000.00 a month, etc. Things continued to go bad for the restaurant. Of course when you and your employees are thieves and liars and druggies, what can anyone expect.
Suddenly I was unable to make contact with my husband. I started calling the few people I knew but to no avail. Finally after about 2 weeks I made contact with the town doctor, supposedly a friend of mine and my husband. He was willing to answer questions as long as I wired money to him at his whim. I found out that my husband was sued for a loan he owed money on and had given my furniture and other things I owned in lieu of what he owed. Upon this news I literally bounced off the wall of my apartment and fell to the floor. It was as if I had been shot! Of course he had no right as we were married in CA and what I owned was mine alone. However, the authorities in Mexico told me that when I married a Mexican, everything I owned became his. Mexican law they say. No regard for the laws of America! All my jewelry and other items he could sell, he did. I had NOTHING left, NOTHING! Even my son's baby teeth and keepsakes from my entire life were gone. The entire history of my life was gone. My husband had disappeared. I had one suitcase of clothes, my computer, a desk and a truck I bought for Baja until it was repossessed.
I contacted our State Dept., my Senator, Congressman and every American official I could. The State Dept. told me "too bad, they couldn't do anything to help me." From the others I received a list of Mexicans attorneys to contact but was told they could not stand behind these attorneys and could not guarantee I wouldn't get taken to the cleaners. They suggested that would probably be the case. I was told to expect to put up $5000.00 before they would even begin to answer questions. I was also warned I would most likely go broke and get nowhere.
I hired an attorney here in CA instead. I spent every dime I had until I ran out of money. We flew to Baja, met with the DA, the Judge of that town, the people who had my possessions, even the pawn broker who took some of my jewelry. When we talked with him, he remembered some of the items he bought. As a matter of fact, he opened his wallet and pulled out a gold charm he thought was mine. I collected charms from my travels. Sure enough he had one of mine. I reached for it and he said. "no, you have to buy it if you want it back." I honestly thought I would lose my mind at that point. I didn't think I could take anymore. But the nightmare continued. What's mine is theirs and even though the Judge felt compassion for me and said to my lawyer and me that my things do belong to me, he wouldn't do anything to help get my belongings back.
My attorney finally said he needed money as it looked as though we would have to go to our government and try to get them to work with Mexico to help me as supposedly we had some sort of agreement that Mexico would help Americans with crimes committed in Mexico. This crime was considered no less than Grand Theft according to the judge in Baja. I ran out of money and could go no further.
Looking back not even my blood would have made a difference. Mexico does nothing for Americans. They would have done nothing but seek every way possible to bleed me to death.
The people who took the gifts I gave them while living there were not hungry and poor, without shelter, etc. They were greedy and wanted what I had and all I could give. They didn't even bother to say thank you when I bought things for their children.
The people who sued my husband were the cream of the crop. They worked for Fonatur, contracted by the government to build resorts in Mexico. They were anything but poor and in need. Some of them had even asked me to give them items they wanted while I was fighting to save what was left of my life. They were heartless and cruel. Finally they got everything. Absolutely everything.
No, I don't feel sorry for Mexicans anymore. If they would spend the same effort to overthrow their corrupt government as they spend destroying our nation they could have a better life in their own country. Instead they come to America with the blessing of Vicente Fox to destroy us and bleed the hard working American people dry. Tragically, our President, Congress and our Senators are giving them the key to America with no regard for the American people. If the Mexican people are so proud, courageous, honest and decent why don't they fight for their country? Why don't they fight the corruption in their government? Why don't they fight for their rights? They come here and fight us for their so called rights! They are cowards, plain and simple. Americans have always fought to defend our land and our people. We even shed our own blood to better other people. But something has changed. We have become the lap dog of the world, no longer holding dear all we have cherished from our birth. Instead we let the cancer of immigration eat away at us. Instead of fighting to protect our borders, schools, hospitals, cities, jobs and health from unchecked immigration disease, we have let our greedy politicians decide what is best for Americans. Shame on us!
I lost everything. I nearly lost my life and still my health suffers. I also lost my national pride and trust in my government. As I write this I am summoned with eviction and the repossession of my car. I work for $8.00 an hour and cannot survive. I pay taxes that support illegal immigrants, educate their children, provide health care for them and government programs that help them open businesses, buy cars and homes. I can't get any services. I'm an American. I will soon be in the street, in poor health, but hopefully still working as our government needs my taxes to support "poor Mexicans."
While thousands of people cross our borders illegally everyday our President is silent. While millions of Americans are out of work, our President is silent. While our schools and hospitals close our President is silent. While the Mexican government threatens us with continued invasion, our President is silent. While the Mexican government threatens to go to the World Court and sue Arizona over Prop 200, our President is silent. While American soldiers shed their blood in Iraq for democracy's sake, our President is silent about supporting the American citizens of Arizona exercising their democratic right. Instead he prepares his State of the Union speech that will no doubt reiterate his desire to legalize the illegal invasion he ignores every day since his swearing in. At 3 million a year he has allowed at a minimum 12 million new illegal immigrants into the United States at our expense. He keeps silent. If there was ever a time when a President should be impeached it is now. If he gets his way with the guest worker program, we may as well all learn Spanish. The Family Reunification program will bring the rest of Mexico across our border and the millions of new babies born will be automatic American citizens.
The media conspires with the government keeping silent about the worst danger facing America. Illegal immigration is destroying our nation, our jobs, our neighborhoods, our hospitals, schools, national security and every facet of our lives. They remain silent. They would rather fill us in on issues of importance like who is the latest husband for Brittany Spears.
The silence is deafening while America slips into the sinkhole of Third World Mexico. It's like quicksand sucking us lower and lower. The President is silent.
I'm so tried and worn out from trying to survive I'm not sure I have any fight left. Maybe I should just attend a class and learn Spanish. I wonder if they have any that are free for Americans.
My life has never been the same since I cared so much for the people in Bag. And it never will be. I'm just plain tired.
Signed,
A worn out American
[/indent]Jan Herron can be contacted at: [email="Herronnet@aol.com"][color=#0000ff]Herronnet@aol.com[/color][/email]
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2005-02-04 17:37 | User Profile
Well Jan it also works the other way around, back in 92 I came up with the idea of placing flour in a ballon and making a knot at the end of it, hand stress ball.
It was placed on counters all over the US and became very popular.
All that I can tell you is that I made in six years the money that I wanted to make in eight to twelve years.
I gave the business to my attorney and I was supposed to get 10. cents for every one that he sold.
At the end of six months I found out that on his own he only obtained two new customers and the "residuals" that I was getting was only coming from my old customers.
In one year he had zero customers and the company went down the drain.
Because I made what I wanted from my company I was not angry for myself but for all those people who wanted my product.
Besides, who wants to go up against an attorney? I would go broke and if I was stupid enought to give him the company then it was my fault.
Why didn't I go back to California and reopened the company? I have what I have and happy with what I have so why start all over again?
PS: I came from Cuba with ten bucks in my pocket and a guitar on my back.